The Creeping Sea
The foam is impossibly thick after a storm, blowing across the beach in huge pieces. Creeping up upon unsuspecting sea creatures.
The foam is impossibly thick after a storm, blowing across the beach in huge pieces. Creeping up upon unsuspecting sea creatures.
Perfectly aligned, captured by the receding tide.
Lively sea. Vibrant blue shell. Startling alignment.
The gentle reach of the top of the tide leaves behind subtle patterns and connections.
The simplicity and serendipity of the tide line never ceases to amaze me.
Fairies do not just live in the meadows, you know. For my British friends, remember Water Babies?
Green points the way. A delicate bit of seaweed leads the way. Start left to right. Little to big. Tightly closed to open. New to old. Life to gone.
Yes, it was really this blue. There are no rainbows on the interior of this variety of mussel – just brilliant, ocean blue. Just another one of God’s little surprises.
I am not sure how this survived the ferocity of the surf to make it to the tide line. I love how the fairly young mussel has found itself attached to something that is almost unidentifiable as once living. Barnacles? … Continue reading
To all the mathies out there, I know it isn’t really . . . but it is close enough for a visual comparison. Actually the beauty of the curves on the sea grass and the mussel shell are quite lovely. … Continue reading